Fate

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Fate

There sat a man on melancholy hill
Who searched for his long lost love but nil
He searched hi and low and in between
Even over yonder where the grass is green

Everywhere he looked he couldn't find her
So here he sits to ponder
On this hill he will wait
For if she is out there....

Then she's his fate.

A.D. Small
April 16, 2022
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